(bad mutha)      [verse 1]   Turn up the radio, better yet the phonograph   And i'ma school the suckers who don't know the half   I'm not a legend, I'm real and actual   Bite my rhymes, I get mad and come after you   I don't front or pretend cause that's imaginary   I get funky with the use of vocabulary   I'm more deadlier than a bottle of cyanide   When I dig in my brain and say a fly rhyme   I might bust and say a little somethin   Get the party pumpin, yo, that ain't nothin   So don't bore me, I've been naughty   Even as a kid people said: "look at shorty"   Back in the days I had much attention   Speak of competition - man, listen   Even then I've coulda been a funky star   At the age of 12 I was rhymin on them monkey bars   A little kid with the art of poetry   Nice for my age, but nobody noticed me   Nowadays I tell it like it is   That makes my skill different from her or his   I sport my skills on a f.m. frequency   Lettin people know you better not sleep on me   I'm known as a smooth cool brother   A funky technician, call me a (bad mutha)      [verse 2]   I play mc's like a game of mario brothers   I hold my own, plus I can carry another's   Rhymes I make strong and watch em take form   On a sucker who steps out his face wrong   I'm the mc to fear and run from   Shockin so much you think I'm usin a stun gun   I hold the title cause I'm the cool champ   If rap was money you'd be rated as food stamp   You try to boast and toast, you go by what name?    You can't get with finesse, you're just jump change   You couldn't cut it even if you had a hack-saw   You're just a rap that I laid a track for   Cause records get mixed up, foes get ripped up   If a mic was a freak, I'd get my tip sucked   So girls, don't sleep, don't even doze off   I'm good with a mic, plus I'm good with my clothes off   And I'm no joke, far from a slow poke   I school the young bucks, plus school the old folks   I got stamina, lyrical examiner   Moppin, sweep up rappers just like a janitor   Lord finesse parallel to no other   The smooth lover, and also the (bad mutha)      [verse 3]   At a show I get fly and so legit   Gimme a mic onstage and that's all over with   On a stage I'm straight up wildin   I can kick a party like a brother from the shaolin   Temple, I find it simple   I get the ladies cause they sweat my dimples   Me take a loss? not by a long shot   Get off the tip cause you jumped on the wrong jock   Of the wrong man put up on the wrong scoop   You got problems, what you're on, troop?    Raise up, I light the whole stage up   So wild with the mic, I oughta be caged up   I'm a brother you dare not lay a hand on   I leave you more bloodier than a tampon   If you split, i'ma get you later   Rhymes more fresher than a virgin in a frigerator   Take caution to what this brother say   Come correct or turn around the other way   (bad mutha) is the perfect description   Of me rhymin or just plain flippin   I'm no joke when it comes around to that   I start flippin when I hear the sound of rap   I'm enhanced to keep in step with it   And surprise mc's cause you slept a bit   So wake up, my man cause there's no time for dozin   My thoughts are set, and a rhyme has been chosen   From my brain which makes me insane   To gain some fame, lord finesse is the name   To seek and blame cause I came and rearranged   My style of rap will make suckers wanna leave the game   I'm superior compared to others   Call me lord finesse, better yet make it (bad mutha)